"Name" He barked still not bothering to even look at me. "Delilah" I whispered. Why am I whispering? I could feel the nervousness flooding over me like a wave. "Name" He stated again "Delilah" I said with more confidence "Delilah what? Did your parents not give you a last name or are you incapable of answering my question to its full capacity" Delilah Suren was a young girl living in the dumps of Chicago. She never had life easy and she didn't expect it to to be easy. Enter Ian McKinley. Cold. Hard. Rude. These two are complete opposites and mix them together you have a toxic combination. Ian is used to getting what he wants when he wants. He is after all Mr. CEO.

Her Volkovs Series Book One Belle is an innocent and kindhearted 26-year-old virgin who came from a small country once ruled by her overbearing dictator father. Now she is in New York City enjoying every bit of her freedom until she met Nikolai and Alexei. Nikolai Vyacheslav Volkov and Alexei Viktor Volkov, the most sought-after brothers of the New York underground criminal world. Nikolai, more popularly known as Volkov, is the Boss of the Russian Mafia. An organized criminal organization ran by the Volkov Crime Family. He took over the family business when his father, Vyacheslav, was murdered. Nikolai made a name for himself as a man of his word, feared and respected. He is on top of his game--a Billionaire who owns different legitimate businesses and finance companies in New York City. His reputation precedes him; a short-tempered and violent crime Boss. His brother, Alexei is the Underboss of the Mafia. He handles the underground business and takes charge of the Mafia's manpower and underground dealings. His father was the Underboss before the latter was also shot to death. Belle was swept off her feet the very moment she locked eyes with the man who has dark green eyes and an undeniable charm she finds hard to resist. Little did she know that in that same moment her life will turn upside down.

I hurried to Dimitri's bedroom. I gasped as I saw the curtains by the window dancing freely in the wind and parts of what used to be a window lying on the ground in shatters. Dimitri was nowhere in sight. The beating of my heart escalated to bullet speed as my body began to shake violently. "Dimitri?" I yelled. No answer. "Dimitri!" No answer. "DIMITRI!" What do you think happened to Dimitri? I guess you'll have to read to find out...